There is a dark place calling to me, but I will not go just yet. I know I can't return from it.

I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.

We are stronger than we've credited ourselves to be. We have been the victims and the witnesses. We have said a lifetime of good-byes.

When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.

Perhaps... you love too fiercely.

I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children are flies. You are roses. You multiply and die.

A feeling can't kill you.